“Molly, you realize we’re about to rob a bunch of kids, right?” “Bill, it’s not robbery if they never see us. It’s creative redistribution.” “Redistribution of toys. Plush bunnies, probably. Maybe a Lego set.” “Lego sets are worth their weight in microchips, Bill. You want to retire early or don’t you?” “I was hoping to retire with my dignity. Not with a sack of Princess Sparkle dolls.” “Trust me, some of those dolls are collectibles. Limited edition’s practically currency.” “Then explain why you’ve got clown makeup in your bag.” “Disguise, obviously. No one suspects the clown. Children love clowns.” “Children fear clowns, Molly. Even I fear clowns. Besides, what’s my role?” “You’re the magician. You distract the crowd, do some card tricks, I sneak behind the cake and grab the loot.” “I don’t even know card tricks. Last time I tried, your cat ran off with the ace of spades.” “Just keep shuffling, Bill. Kids don’t know real magic from a nervous breakdown.” “Fine, say we actually pull this off. Where do we stash the loot?” “We borrow a stroller. Hide everything under a mountain of balloons. Walk out smiling.” “You know what, Molly? I definitely need a raise.”